Blacktail Deer Plateau mine was a religion and happiness was a fact

The look on Mordecai's face was priceless, so much that Harlyn was hard pressed at keeping her laughter tucked in her throat.  She bit her lip as she smiled at him, her tail swaying gently as he cornered her into admitting her intention with her words.  Feigning a look of complete innocence (poorly, I may add), she shook her head to deter him of the thought.


"No no!"" she insisted, "I'm not saying that you're old.  I'm saying that your family probably thinks that you're old."  She couldn't help it then, the chuckle that escaped from her lips as she gave him a smile.